- ”i don’t think that’s the best idea, commander dameron.” ren speaks, voice stiff and lips tight, his firm demeanor having come back to him. in many ways, the sith is unyielding, and he doesn’t like to indulge in pointless conversation, and in things that could be used against him. this, too, was one of them—he’d tell him, in his own time, and not before—and, the pilot should know that. he continued on from the subject, glancing at his mask before his gaze slid back to poe dameron’s. he was not the weakling ben solo had been, who had opened up on most things so quickly—too quickly. no, kylo ren was different altogether, and if he hadn’t already—poe would see that.
”my quarters are next to yours, should you need anything.” he continued, firmly meeting the former rebel commander’s eyes with his own. ”and i would hope that it is to your liking. if not, let myself or general hux know and it will be dealt with accordingly.” he paused for a moment, lips twitching—he sounded too mechanical, as if it were instinct, programmed into him to say those words. he moved forward after a moment, awkwardly pressing an arm around the pilot rather stiffly before he shifted back. it had been an awkward imitation of a short-lived, professional embrace, and as he noted, he’d failed miserably. ”good night, commander dameron. i shall be back tomorrow morning to introduce you to your squadron.” he clipped out, moving to take his helm in his leather gloves and placing it back on before sweeping out from the room.
